No More Dumpster Donny

The Trump administration has called using cruel nicknames for Donald Trump as inappropriate and i agree, it is childish and really not becoming for adults to take a trait of a person and use it as a nickname to belittle them.
So sure Trump has that weird Orange coloured skin but do we really need to call him a Mango Muppet, Melon Maniac, Agent Orange or the Tangerine Toddler? Even worse when the name calling also includes his fascist tendencies in such names as the Mango Musolini,Napoleon Bonaspur, The Tangerine Tyrant, Combover Calligula, Apricot Adolf, Trumpoleon or the Grapefruit Gaddafi.  
I despair when i see nicknames about his morbid obesity, true the guy is very very overweight but do we really need to go to Hippopotus, Fattyshack, Cankles McTacotits or Humpty Trumpty?
Not being able to open his mouth without a lie coming out could be an illness so  Lie-a-tollah, The Lyin' King and Uncle Scam could be making fun of his disability as is SpongeBlob Shartpants, Shitler, Diaper Don and Baron von Shitzinpantz, the guy has no control over his bowels, give him a break!!
His history of being unfaithful to his wives as well as a sex offender and almost certainly a pedophile also come in for some stick in names such as Dopey Mcgropey, Fondling Father, Cheetolini, Pumpkin McPornhumper and the Tangerine Tot Toucher but i say enough, let's be grown up about this and stop the name calling and give the Commander in Thief a break .  

16 Photographs

I have picked out 16 photographs which still make me ponder now on the cruelty, beauty and horror of us and our Planet. 

 Lepa Radic        1943

The 1st and 2nd World Wars showed just how inhumane we can be to each other on a massive scale and there are plenty of photographs which show it in stark horror but this one, the first in a series which ends with the limp, lifeless body of 17 year old Lepa Svetozara Radic hanging from her makeshift gallows, always struck me as particularly chilling.
Don't know if it her passive face while she awaited her fate as the guard affixes the noose or the story behind it where after weeks of torture in an attempt to extract information, she was offered her life in return for the names of her Yugoslavian resistance movement comrades but she refused and repeated that she was not a traitor and apparently her last words were: 'I will be killed, but there are those who will avenge me'.

A Guide To The Top 5 Alien Types

There may be two types of people in this World, those that believe in Aliens and those who don't but for those who have seen them there are five basic types,  The Greys, The Nordics, Tall Whites, Reptilians and Insectoids.  
Astrophysicist, Dr. Eric Davis, has collated what people claim say they saw and The Greys is the most common, short humanoids with grey skin and large black eyes and apparently are not shy about inserting probes in places where probes should not be inserted unless by a medical professional.
The second most common are the Nordics who are described as tall and almost human in appearance with blue-eyes and blonde hair and can communicate with us  telepathically unlike the third most 'seen' alien who are the Tall Whites who stand over six feet tall with pale white skin, bald heads, and light blue or green eyes.
Less common are the Reptilians who are said to be humanoid creatures that stand upright, but have reptile-like skin asnd the fifth most sighted alien which is the Insectoids who look a bit like praying mantises, if praying mantises could stand and were about six to nine feet tall and wear robes and jewels as well.
There you go then but it is all obviously very useless if you are being pursued by a Grey skinned alien waving a probe around it's head or a walking praying mantis in a robe but no need to make them even more angry by getting their classification wrong, that's just poor manners.

16 Photographs

Us humans are capable of creating things of immense beauty as well of being capable of depraved cruelty to each other and create inventions which can immeasurably improve all our lives as well as invent horrific weapons to wipe out millions of souls in the blink of an eye.  
Photographs possess a silent power that offers a poignant portal into moments forever suspended that do not merely document the past but provoke profound contemplation by confronting us with the fragility of human existence, the weight of historical choices, and the capturing both immense tragedy and quiet hope.
I have picked out 16 photographs which still make me ponder now on the cruelty, beauty and horror of us and our Planet.

Xmas Day 1914

I have often wondered what would happen if two armies facing each other said no, we are not going to fight each other and just laid down their guns and got together for a game of football instead.
This picture from 1914 shows exactly when that did happen and the German and British armies got together in No Mans Land on Christmas Day, sang some carols, shared beer and cigarettes and had a game of football.   
Reports and photographs of these unofficial ceasefires reached the papers back home and the military authorities declared that  informal truces with the enemy were to cease and any officer or non-commissioned officer found to have initiated one would be tried by Court Martial with harsh punishment for any man caught refusing to fight.
The small truces of 1914 never happened again but amidst the bloody and horrific slaughter, a rare glimpse of human kindness.

Special Guest Blogger: Hulk Hogan

Alright, brother, let me tell ya something! You know, when you’ve been slamming giants, inspiring millions of Hulkamaniacs, and generally just being the greatest American hero to ever tie a bandana, a life lived at 110 decibels. And let me tell you, when you’ve lived the life of Hulk Hogan, there’s a lot
to unpack. It’s like a gym bag full of sweaty bandanas, old championship belts and a few questionable supplements from the 80s,  you know, just vitamins.
First things first, the fans, the Hulkamaniacs! Bless their patriotic little hearts. Without you, I’d just be Terry Bollea, a guy with a magnificent mustache and an even more magnificent tan, probably selling insurance in Tampa. But with you I became a living, breathing, bicep flexing embodiment of the American dream! I taught kids to say their prayers, take their vitamins, and believe in themselves. And by vitamins, again, I mean… well, it was the 80s, dude. Things were different.
And speaking of prayers, my spiritual journey, brother, has been just as wild as my wrestling career. From the moment I stepped into that ring, I knew there was a higher power guiding my leg drops. God, you see, he’s always been in my corner, even when I was powerbombing people through tables,
which, let’s be honest, probably wasn’t exactly what the good Lord had in mind. But hey, it was for entertainment! And I always thanked Him for the victory, even if I had to cheat a little to get it. Sometimes, God works in mysterious ways, brother.
But life ain't all sunshine and bandanas, dude. There have been a few speed bumps, moments when the spotlight shines a little too bright, and maybe catches you in a moment you’d rather forget. Like when you’re caught on camera in a sex tape with my best friend's wife saying things you absolutely, positively should not be saying about my daughter sleeping with a black man and liberally using the 'N' word to embellish my point of view. . Woof, brother. That was a rough patch. Not my finest hour, not my finest minute, honestly.
It made me realize that even a superhero like me, a man who could bodyslam the world, could still stumble. And when you stumble in front of a billion people, man, it creates a crater. But you know what? Even craters can fill with water and become beautiful lakes… eventually. It was a learning experience, a humbling moment that made me reflect on a lot of things. And it taught me that even the biggest, strongest, most tanned dude in the world has to be accountable, brother. And hey, I owned it, I apologized, and I came back stronger, with a renewed sense of purpose. That’s what Hulkamania is all about, right? Falling down, and then getting back up, picking up a microphone, and telling everyone you're still the greatest of all time!
And speaking of political aspirations, remember when I threw my bandana in the ring, not for a championship belt, but for the Vice Presidency? Oh, yeah! I told my good buddy Donald Trump, 'I'm your guy'  He’s a smart dude, that Trump, he chose Mike Pence but he probably just didn’t want me
overshadowing him with my sheer charisma and larger-than-life presence. Can’t blame him, brother.
I was the dude who brought wrestling into the mainstream, a man who wore a feather boa and sunglasses indoors like it was totally normal but it's all about fighting for what you believe in, even if what you believe in is occasionally controversial and racist.
It’s about that fire in your belly, that desire to win, that feeling that you can accomplish anything if you just train hard, say your prayers, and, well, maybe take a few more of those special vitamins than the average person.